What Would You Do If You Knew You Couldn't Fail?

From last year’s writing, which because of the days I fell behind, coincides with a Sunday last year. Strangely enough, there is a similar dynamic happening a year later, which I won’t go into, but I am happy to be reminded that I am indeed, the holy Son of God Himself and that so is everyone else. I am also grateful that vacation is nearly at an end so that I can return to the regular rhythm of my life and also grateful that my husband and I dance together so gracefully that I always enjoy his companionship. Here is lesson 211:

Spiritual Being

The end of July is here and as I watch the time slip past me, I sit in humility, begging Spirit to heal my soul and make me a better person. The living room still stinks of propane and I awoke this morning from dreams that reflected my upset from feeling attacked yesterday. I need my spiritual practice to sooth me. I need to rest in God to refrain from ranting and raving. I need to heal and the only way I know to do that is prayer and meditation. The Voice for Love resides in me, as it does in everyone, and I just need enough quiet so that I can hear it over my ego. Lord help me. I so hate feeling wounded, but I do.

Thank heavens its Sunday. It is my day to write a prayer tomorrow for the church website. Fortunately, the other Practitioners have been great lately about sending extra prayers and turning theirs in when they should, which is awesome and I am grateful, but it also means I write fewer prayers. Anyway, I am going to attend early service since I no longer have to take the fifth Sunday of the month for teaching the kids. Perhaps after, I can come home and just work on healing, though if I end up feeling sick again from the propane, I may spend the day in bed reading as I did on Friday.

Review of Lesson 191

In silence and in true humility I seek God’s glory,
to behold it in the Son whom He created as my Self.

I am not a body. I am free.
For I am still as God created me.

Like all the lessons lately (and maybe even all the lessons, period) this is a call to remember who I am.

I was church yesterday for a Youth and Family Ministries’ retreat/training and one of the women there, the mom of a kid I adore, exclaimed, “I am God. People outside of this community don’t get it when I say that. They act like I’m trying to say I have dominion over all of them and that’s not it at all. I am God, but so are you. If I’m trying to rule you, I am acting from ego not my God-self.”

The sermon this morning at church should be a continuation of our theme of forgiveness, although we have a guest speaker so we will see how that goes. All I know for sure is that church can’t be a bad thing when I am struggling to get past feelings of anger and upset to find the “holy Son of God Himself” within. I know it is in me. I know it is in him.